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Bowie at the Beeb: The Best of the BBC Radio Sessions 68–72
Disc 1
01. In the Heat of the Morning
02. London Bye Ta Ta
03. Karma Man
04. Silly Boy Blue
05. Let Me Sleep Beside You
06. Janine
07. Amsterdam
08. God Knows I’m Good
09. The Width of a Circle
10. Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
11. Cygnet Committee
12. Memory of a Free Festival
13. Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud
14. Bombers
15. Looking for a Friend
16. Almost Grown
17. Kooks
18. It Ain’t Easy
Disc 2
01. The Supermen
02. Eight Line Poem
03. Hang On to Yourself
04. Ziggy Stardust
05. Queen Bitch
06. I’m Waiting for the Man
07. Five Years
08. White Light/White Heat
09. Moonage Daydream
10. Hang On to Yourself
11. Suffragette City
12. Ziggy Stardust
13. Starman
14. Space Oddity
15. Changes
16. Oh! You Pretty Things
17. Andy Warhol
18. Lady Stardust
19. Rock ’n’ Roll Suicide
"All clear," wail the sirens
Sunshine on the wasteland
Old man sitting in the white sand
I think we're in for a big surprise
Right between the eyes

Seemed a good idea
To drop a bomb on the wasteland here

Only one guy could be seen
And he was old and so serene
So the general sat in his deck chair
And a red light flashed, beware
And the pilot felt quite big-time
As the bomb sailed through the air
How they clapped and sang as the bang went bang
But their eyes popped out when the smoke began to clear

It was positively queer

"All clear," wail the sirens
Sunshine on the wasteland
Old man sitting in the white sand
Think we're in for a big surprise
Right between the eyes

"Die," said the general

"Cobblers," said the man

So the Pentagon sent a cable
And the Queen a telegram

A-bombs, H-bombs, even very small ones
Ripped apart that sand
'Till the stench was just revolting
And the sky a greenish tan
Then a soldier said, "Sir, there's a crack in the world"
And the rivers went splosh
And the bits flew far and wide
As the universe sighed

"All clear," wail the sirens
Sunshine on the wasteland
Old man sitting in the white sand
Think we're in for a big surprise
Right between the eyes
"All clear," wail the sirens
Sunshine on the wasteland
Old man sitting in the white sand
Think we're in for a big surprise
Right between the eyes

When the smoke had blown away
There was nothing left to view
Except a man, dear Lord, who looked like you
Floating high up in the sky